Yay, ACTs are over, and now I have a few weeks before the results get home and my parents find out how bad I did. Rather than try and figure out how to save my ass from being grounded, I decided to write a new chapter instead. Yeah, unless you have nothing in place of where the rest of us have brains, you'll realize that this is the chapter, so I don't have to state the obvious, right?

Tacos for Gir's Hell, Siobhan, Skezic, Sheikgohanfreak, Stagger, Armillio, Turquoise Phoenix, Invader Kyt, Ssjbob2004'sgirl, Spiderlily, and Pixie because they all love me enough to review of their own free will. Hides club behind back I had nothing to do with these people, I swear, you can't prove anything…

WARNING: This chapter contains descriptions of things that might disturb Dib fans, to the point that they may try to flame me. Go ahead and do so, but you have been warned.

Disclaimer: Since the people who do own the stuff in this fic are really gonna read this and try to sue me for the all of five dollars that I currently am in posession of, I still don't own anyone from Invader Zim. I also don'town anySlipknot lyrics that may have gotten worked into here. I just wish I did…


I screamed, more out of being startled than anything else. Gir started screaming, because that's what he heard and therefore what he did. He finally stopped, looked around, and asked, "Why are you screaming, Gazzy? It's only me." He paused a moment, then asked, "Where's the piggy?"

"Ummm, what are you doing here?"

He thought hard for a moment, then replied, "Standing here?"

"No, I meant why are you here?"

"Because master sent me here."

"Why did master send you here?"

"…I forget. What's in the box? Is it the piggy?"

Being startled by Gir had driven all thoughts of the box from my mind. Now that he mentioned it, I realized that I hadn't even opened it. "I don't know what's in the box."

"Is it a surprise? I loooove surprises!"

I had to glare at Gir for about two minutes before he would calm down and stop jumping around at the thought of a surprise. The hinge of the box was slightly warped, but I managed to pry it open. When I saw what was inside, I could only gasp. (A/N: I was going to end the chapter here, but I figured that it was too short, and that it would be too mean, even for me).

Lying in the bottom of the box was my favorite Gameslave game, the first one that I had ever owned. It was also an extremely rare one, of which there are only 100 known copies in existence. With it were a few other games that had been destroyed in a basement flood, or at least that's what Dib had told me. I had wanted to see them, especially the first one, but Dib had told me that Dad had thrown them away with everything else that was flood damaged. And I had been dumb enough to believe him. I took the entire box into my room, and then called Gir and told him that we were going back to his house so I could destroy Dib.

"Yay, he's doomed!" Gir said excitedly, as rockets came up out of his back.

In no time, we were flying over the town and into Zim's basement lab thingy. The look on Zim's face when he saw me was one of absolute shock. "Gir, you actually managed to bring Gaz here without bringing some filthy thing with her? That must be the first time since we got to this disgusting planet that you've done something right."

"Actually Zim, I told him to bring me here. He forgot what he was supposed to be doing."

"Figures. What did you want, human?"

"To tell you that you could shut down the machine, because I'll give you the DNA that you need."

Having said that, I pulled out one of my violet hairs and offered it to him. There was a moment of absolute silence, then Dib started howling, "Nooooo Gaz, what have you done? That's all of humankind that you're dooming, and in case you haven't forgotten, that includes you…"

Zim grabbed the offered hair, then started yelling about his victory. "Aaaahahahaha! Victory for Irk! Bow down to ZIIIM for he is tall and mighty!"

"Ummmm master?" Said Gir. "You're still not tall."

"Why did you do this to me Gaz? Humankind betrayed by my own sister…"

"Why, Dib? I'll tell you why. I did it to get even with you. I found your little box, DIB. I could ask the same of you. Why did you take my games?"

"Games? Oh, that box. Simple, really. I figured that one day, I'd need your help to defeat the alien scum, and then I could offer you the games if you'd help me."

My eye started twitching as I felt the hate rise up in me. I was dimly aware of Zim still gloating about success as I walked over to Dib's cage. He watched my every move, the fear showing on his face.

"Gaz, what are you doing? It was only a couple of games, and---"

"ONLY a couple of games? To you, Dib, it may ONLY have been a couple of games, but to me it was more. A lot more."

I could have gone on talking, but I was not in the mood to calmly discuss things. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and stormed over to the cage and unlocked it. After fumbling with the lock for a moment, I pulled the door open and stepped inside. The first blow connected squarely with his nose. His blood dripped to the floor and his eyes watered up as I prepared for the next hit.

"That was for sticking your nose where it didn't belong. And this," I said, kicking him in his unprotected stomach five times, "is for each of the games you took. He doubled over, groaning as the blood continued to flow. I stepped forward onto his wrist, feeling it snap beneath my weight. This caused Dib to groan even louder.

"Why did you steb od by wrist?"

"Because I don't like you. Same reason I'm doing this," and launched a vicious kick at his ribs. A satisfying crack echoed around Zim's lab. Dib's groaning stopped, and I wondered briefly if he was dead. Not stopping to find out, (and not really caring), I walked out of the cage and back home to play my GS2 and possibly look for the other box he had spoken of.


I need reviews at this point, because I'm not sure if I wanna continue this, end it here, or write a sequal, because I can think of at least four ways I can go from here. I'm leaning toward either writing a sequal or writing more, but I'm not sure which one. And now, while all of you people decide, I'm gonna go try and make a slave out of Pixie…